"I know, hon, I'm sorry. As soon as we get this product shipped..."
"Shh." He pressed his lips against hers, both of them enjoying the kiss.
Tracy reached down and started rubbing him through his jeans, taking a secret pleasure in the way he hardened at her touch. David started to unbutton her shirt, pushing it back and off her shoulders. Tracy had always been proud of her breasts, and she pushed them out, straining against her bra.
"You're so beautiful," David breathed. His lips traced a line down her throat, tasting the skin of her chest, down between the valley of her tits. He made short work of the clasp behind her back, pushing the cups away and uncovering his wife's bountiful chest. He took one chestnut-colored nipple into his mouth, pulling her back until he sat on the bed, her body pressed against his.
"I want you on top today, baby."
Tracy didn't answer, just reached down and unzipped her husband's pants, pulling them down with his boxers in one motion. When she took him in her mouth, he was in heaven.
"That feels great, Tracy," he moaned, "but don't stop there."
She had an impish grin on her face when she pulled her own skirt up, pushing her panties aside. She'd been with him long enough to know what he liked, and she knew leaving it on would drive him wild. She crawled onto the bed as he scrambled back, climbing up his body with an animal arousal playing across both their faces. She bit his neck softly, and then slid him inside. He leaned up, pulling her into a tight embrace.
"Don't stop when I tell you I'm going to cum. Don't stop until I fill you up."
Tracy had always wanted children, but it never seemed like the right time. She knew that now wasn't the right time either.
"Please no, David," she whimpered.
But then she was moving. Her body acted on its own, and when she didn't fight it, her body started to feel a pleasurable warmth spreading, alongside the sexual tension that was building deep inside her. She started moving faster. Anything to make it feel better. She could feel herself getting close, sliding over the edge of orgasm. The pleasure of her obedience smashed into the growing orgasm inside her and sent her flying off the edge. Every move she made sent her deeper into pleasure.
David seized up below her.
"I'm gonna cum," he groaned. "Get off me."
Tracy heard the words and reflexively started to move off. The pleasure stopped. Tracy screamed in frustration and pushed back down hard, and the heady, fuzzy feeling came back in force. She felt herself tightening down on her husband as another orgasm ripped through her. David pushed up against her, pushing deep into her as far as he could and let go a massive orgasm, filling Tracy with his hot, potent cum.
He pulled her down against him and they lay on the bed beside each other gasping.
"What happens now?"
"The trick, my love, is love." David breathed hard between the words. "You can try a chemical substitute, for practicality's sake. Now you can take your answer back to the suits. From that point on, you're set."
"And... about what just happened?"
David looked at her, an impish grin on his face.
Tracy got her period two weeks later. Her raise, she got a week after that. And thanks to her success, of course, she got a certain amount of leeway with her staff. David kissed his wife while they waited in line, at his fourth day on the job.
"What's on the block today?"
"We need to keep working on the formula."
David grinned at his wife.
"I think I could be convinced to do that."
The Tempest
A Sexy Espionage Tale
Dalia Daudelin
Every day, dozens of girls pour in here for the check ups. They're routine procedures usually, and occasionally mission prep and debriefs. Each of these women have the best features: bright blue eyes that show when their pupils are dilating, long hair that can be easily styled, pouty lips. Thin, tall, typical model bodies but they are packing some serious muscle beneath their womanly curves. Beauty is as necessary as strength for the jobs they have to do.
One girl in particular is a beauty above all the rest. Her name changes every day, but we call her Hemera. Hemera is like a beautiful, sunny day, a breath of fresh warm air. She fits her name so perfectly, with her long golden hair and lightly bronzed skin.
I greet Holden, her handler, with a warm smile as he gently guides her into my room. She's limp right now, barely a glimpse of the strong woman she once was before the procedure. It's a little funny remembering the way she bit my arm the first day she came in as she struggled to get away from us.
“Good morning, Hemera,” I say, smiling softly at the blue eyed beauty. She returns the smile, her head tilting gently. They're spaced out little dolls when they don't have an imprint. All they're programmed to do is survive, focusing on what they need to stay healthy.
They may seem like slaves, but we treat these women well. Since most were destined to be drug addicts or homeless or murdered, we gave them a better life than the one they would have had otherwise. Still, I can't help but feel pity for them on occasion.
“She needs personality A253B046,” Holden says, staring intently at his charge with his large hand holding hers. Holden's a good man, always ready to jump in to help Hemera should a situation arise. And oh, situations do arise.
A month ago, Hemera was sent to a man named Steve Murdok, the owner of a media empire that has its claws all over the world. A client of ours had a problem with Mr. Murdok, something to do with propaganda, and so he paid my employer a large sum of money to take Mr. Murdok out.
It just so happens that the man had a birthday party planned on one of his yachts, and his assistant was looking for hot pieces of ass to put on the boat to keep his boss happy. We send in Hemera, under the name of Emily Brandt, an 18 year old college freshman on spring break. She immediately gets escorted onto the large boat, brought to the side of the pool. Everything was going fine until Murdok invites her back into his room. Turns out, he likes to choke his women.
Holden was in that room with a gun to the man's head within seconds. I wondered then why we even need to send these girls in with such a capable man, but he's not necessary most of the time.
I slide the hard drive containing personality A253B046 into the computer, waiting for the whirring sound to let me know when I can plug the girl in. Ah, there it is, a soft hum barely audible.
I face the girl again, briefly admiring her thin body. She's been stripped from the loose pajamas agents normally wear around the hive, and dressed in a short black skirt, her blonde hair pulled into a tight and professional bun. Her red glasses make her look smart, and they match her red silk blouse. I clip wires onto her fingertips before moving behind her chair to insert the final wire at the base of her skull. I feel the snap that tells me it's all the way in, and I twist the device shut. The wire is firmly in her brain now, ready to transmit the girl's temporary personality.
I type a few commands into the Monarch Program shell, double checking and triple checking to be sure no mistakes will be made. Everything looks fine. Soon Hemera will be Britney Doleman. My forefinger slaps down onto the enter key and the rest of the system whirs to life.
Hemera's hands latch onto the arms of the chair she's in, her whole body briefly convulsing at the electrical current being shot into her. It lasts for less than a second.
As soon as the whirring stops, Holden unclasps her fingers while I remove the wire from her brain. I managed not to mess up her hair this time.
“Are you ready to go, Britney?” Holden holds out his hand to help the petite woman from her chair, which she takes and blushes.
“Thanks,” she says, shyly looking away from him and at me. She notices my shirt. “Oh my god, I LOVE Doctor Who!”
I laugh and nod. “It's a good show.” I admire the smile she gives me. This personality is a bit shy around normal men, but around men like me, scruffy and nerdy, she flourishes. Which is perfect for the job she has to do.
“Her
earrings and purse are outfitted with a camera, so I'll be watching the entire time,” I say, fist bumping Holden before he turns to escort Hemera out. She'll be sure the purse is facing toward the action the entire time.
The backer of this job is someone in the government, probably the Department of Defense who used tax money to pay for an assassination. The target is a man who has somehow been hacking into government files and releasing top secret information all over the internet, Adrian Poulson. He's become something of a hero to anarchists and shit stirrers online.
Britney will be meeting him at a bar in Hong Kong. Most of Holden's job is just getting her there. She can handle the rest.
I plop myself into a chair in front of my computer screens, which show me she's getting into Holden's company issued car and is on her way to her plane. I turn the volume down, lean back and nap for the 15 hours she'll be in the air.
When their plane lands, Holden texts me. “Wake up,” is all the text says. He has a way with words, that man. Rolling my eyes, I run my hand through my hair and fix my attention on the 3 screens in front of me. I turn the volume up enough to hear the ambient noise around the girl as she goes to pick up her luggage and catches a cab to her hotel.
It's too bad she won't actually be staying in her room, because it's a nice suite. She sets down her bag, not even realizing that Holden is missing, watching from afar. She checks her makeup, twisting her earrings a bit to center them for me. Part of their programming is that they always have our cameras perfectly positioned.
Opening her purse, she dabs on a bit of lipstick, pouting a bit before throwing the tube back into her purse. She picks it up and heads down to the first floor of the hotel and out onto the busy street.
She hails a taxi, giving him the address of the bar in perfect Cantonese. The drive is a short one, but Britney still takes the time to enjoy the sight of the buildings passing by.
The taxi stops, and she pays the driver before stepping out, making sure to avoid stepping into a puddle. The bar is a sleek black building, shiny with tinted windows. Her long legs carry her through the door and up to the counter, where she orders a Sex on the Beach. She carries it with her to a table in the back, where I finally catch a glimpse of our man. Adrian is sitting at a table alone, reading something on a tablet. His eyes raise for just a moment when he notices Britney pass by.
His eyebrows raise. She's caught his interest. She sits down at the table behind him, pulling out her phone to check stock prices. He turns to face her.
“I haven't seen you here before,” he says, his New York accent obvious against the Cantonese most others speak here. “Do you speak English?”
She raises her head. “Of course I speak English.”
“May I sit with you?”
She pauses, and then sighs. “Sure.” Pushing her purse to the side, I can see her face now. She looks annoyed but intrigued at the same time. Adrian is a handsome man, of course, but she's also programmed to want to sleep with him. She sips at her drink. Adrian watches her.
“What is such a pretty girl doing alone in Hong Kong?”
“I'm here on vacation. I just broke up with my boyfriend.” The hint of pain in her voice is perfect. He furrows his eyebrows at her.
“That's awful,” he says. “A beautiful woman like you should never be lonely. I have an amazing view from my room, if you'd like to see it.”
Britney tilts her head and giggles. “I really shouldn't, but you know what? I'd like to have some fun.” She downs the rest of her drink and hiccups. God, she's adorable. He stands up and helps her up as well, holding her hand as he leads her to the street.
“I'm not too far, so we can just walk,” he says, pulling her close to him. They look like they're actually alone. This will probably be an easy operation. Fuck, kill, grab the information off the laptop and destroy it, then leave. Simple.
Adrian gets the girl talking about her favorite TV shows, which is a bit of a weakness for this personality. She is a nerd, a fan-girl, who loves shows and characters a lot. He looks bored by the time they reach his room, sick of hearing about The Doctor and Harry Potter.
He unlocks his door and opens it, letting her in first. “Oh, such a gentleman,” she giggles, stumbling a little bit. Britney also isn't much of a drinker. Kicking off her shoes, she runs her hand along the wall to find the light switch, flicking it up. The room lights up and the blinds on the large window immediately lift on their own, revealing a gorgeous night-scape. She rushes over to the window, pressing her hands against it with her mouth hanging open. “You weren't kidding! This really is beautiful,” she says, her eyes widening.
The man comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. “Not as beautiful as you are.” He kisses her neck, his tongue slipping out slightly to leave a trail of kisses against her skin. She drops her purse onto the table, the camera facing the bed.
She turns to face him, pressing her lips into his as she wraps her arms around his neck. His hands fall to her ass cheeks, pulling one of her legs up around him and making her skirt ride up her thighs. Grabbing her hair, Adrian gently pulls her head to the side and kisses her neck again. Then he bites it, hard enough to make her gasp, her hands clenching at his dress shirt.
Pushing her against the window, his hand slips onto the inside of her thigh, pushing her skirt up more. His fingers run along her panty line and up to her hips. He grabs them and pulls them down, her now bare ass pressing against the window. It's a good thing they're so high up, or a lot of people would be getting a show right now. Instead, it's just me watching Britney as Adrian runs his fingers up her thighs again and through her pubic hair.
She shudders against a passionate kiss from him. “Don't stop,” she moans, lifting her leg higher to give him better access. His fingers gently dip into her slit, brushing against the hood of her throbbing clit. He rubs them against the nub, pushing the sensitive mound in circles as he traces her collar bone with his lips. “Mmm,” the moan is sensual, drawn out, like someone who hasn't had good sex in a long time.
Adrian slips one of his fingers into her hole, his thumb still pressed against her clitoris as he softly thrusts the digit into her. Britney gasps, pressing her head back against the glass and pushing her hips forward.
He pulls her toward the bed, pushing her down and kissing her hard. Watching this part always turns me on, especially with this agent. Adrian pulls Britney's blonde hair out of her bun, and she whips her head a bit to toss her hair loose. His fingers explore her again, one hand kneading her breast as the other pumps his fingers in and out of her hole. The sound of him fingering her is driving me wild.
She coos and sucks on his bottom lip, placing a hand on his hip and pulling him closer to her. “I want you inside of me,” she commands, her voice low and sultry.
Standing up, Adrian unbuttons his pants and pulls them down. Britney sits forward and takes control, pulling the man's boxers down the rest of the way. His prick springs up into her face, shocking her with his size. She laughs nervously. “I've never had one so big,” she says. It's a lie, but she doesn't know that.
Her hand grips around the base of Adrian's cock, tugging at it gently. The man rolls his head back and groans as precum flows from the head of his dick. She looks up at him and smiles, a wicked smile, before opening her mouth and taking the entirety of his cock in one go. All agents have had their gag reflex removed.
Her cheeks suck in as she sucks that big cock hard, swirling her tongue around it. Bobbing her head up and down, she fellates the man, moaning to increase his pleasure. He puts a hand on her head, taking control of the speed. Then his other hand controls her too, and he fucks her face, thrusting his hips up toward her mouth with a groan.
She stands up now, pushing him over onto the bed. She removes her skirt and steps out of it while pulling off her blouse and bra. Standing naked in front of him, it's clear he's impressed. Hell, I'm impressed, and I see her naked almost every day.
Slowly she climbs on top of Adrian
, straddling him around his hips. She moves her own hips, rubbing her cunt against his cock. I notice his hands grip the bed sheet in ecstasy while she rides him, her slippery folds pressing down against his throbbing prick.
She moans and lifts herself up a bit, using her hands to lift up his dick and place it at her entrance. At this point I can't help but rub my dick through my tight jeans, wishing I could whip it out and masturbate without fear of being walked in on.
Shifting her hips, Britney's cunt swallows Adrian's cock. Grinding against him, he grabs one of her tits and she grabs his other arm to give herself some power. Her moans are picking up pitch and speed now, and her ass is jiggling with each grind against him.
She moves faster and faster, crying out and yelping at the cock firmly planted within her. Her back stiffens and she cries out, her toes curling as she comes. From the look of Adrian, he's cumming too. She lays down against his chest for a moment before getting up. “I'm going to freshen up, and then I'll be out of your hair,” she says, clearly out of breath as she rummages through her purse. His eyes are half-lidded.
“You can stay the night if you want. I haven't had a lay like that in forever.”
Suddenly, she whips around with a silenced 9mm pistol, immediately aimed at his head. Before he can react, she pulls the trigger and turns away from the blood soaked wall. Putting on a robe from the bathroom, she picks up a flash drive from her purse and heads over to the desk with Adrian's laptop.
She plugs the flash drive into the computer, and immediately it comes to life, working to break the man's password. She rolls her eyes once it's finished. The password was “pussy”.
Britney works quickly, gathering the information my bosses wanted before setting the flash drive to kill the machine. Once the screen goes black, she pulls it out, grabs her purse, and heads to the elevator.
Outside, Holden is waiting in his car for her. Another flight and she's home. A simple assignment, just like I thought.
I'm still napping when Holden knocks on my door, startling me. “Time to wipe her,” he says gruffly.
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